Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 296

"Come on, let's bet together, on the red one or the blue one? I'll count, three, two, one, and we'll say it together." His voice was soft and gentle.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Blue!"

"Blue!"

Luther and Joyce chose the blue line in unison.

Luther smiled wickedly and pursed his thin lips, "Look, we must be able to feel each other. Then I'll cut it now."

He held the scissors out to the blue line.

Strange enough, when they were really facing a life and death moment, they were more calm than before.

At this moment, their hands had clasped firmly together.

They exchanged the most beautiful smiles with each other.

Live together, or die together.

Their fates were just connected together.

With a "click".

Luther cut the blue line with force, then they embraced tightly, their hands still clasped together, but both closed their eyes, held their breath and waited for their fate.

Live, or die.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, ten seconds.

Nothing really happened.

Joyce and Luther opened their eyes at the same time and bent their heads to look at the LCD display at her waist.

On the display, the original beating red numbers were now fixed at the number 7, and not moving.

The flashlight was tossed aside in the grass, and the afterglow shone on their harmonious side faces. He tenderly lifted her face, her lips were red and swollen and slightly puckered, causing his heart to flutter.

He adjusted his breath and then kissed her again.

And they had no idea how long it took until Joyce felt a little uncomfortable and she pushed him hard.

He paused, gasped, and said with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Wait, let's cut the bomb from my waist first. It's already okay, and you can take it off." Joyce reminded, she had also lost control just now, and she was using this reason now to find some sanity back.

"Good." Luther hurriedly grabbed the scissors and cut the bandages tied around her waist, discarding the time bomb on the ground.

Joyce was actually really uncomfortable. She felt herself getting hotter and hotter, and she had no idea if it's because of the kiss just now, her heartbeat was almost out of control, and it just kept "thumping" violently.

How could a kiss make her feel so uncomfortable?

Moreover, the feeling grew almost exponentially, and she could not help but moan out.

"What's wrong, are you uncomfortable? You look so terrible." Luther noticed the changes and hurriedly took her into his arms, and he felt her forehead, her cheek, "Oh my God, you're so hot."